I was about 16 and home alone one night at my stepdads house. Everyone had gone out for the night except me. One thing you need to know about this household; it’s in a pretty rural area, in a little village where everyone knows each other and a lot of family lives in the same town. Because of this, no one would ever use the front door. Everyone who came over would just come through the garden and use the back door and walk right in. So it’s about 10pm, I’m watching tv, and the doorbell rings. It startled me a bit, who could that be at this hour? So I look out the window to get a full view of the front doorstep. No one’s there. As I’m looking out the bell rings again, but there’s no one there to ring it. My whole body becomes red hot with adrenaline and fear and I’m frozen to my seat as it rings again. And again. I run to grab my phone to try and call my mom to come home cause I’m scared shitless. No answer. The ringing stops. About an hour later my parents come home and I freak out and tell them what happened and I’m pissed at them for not answering the phone. My stepdad chuckles and says “Oh yeah, that’s my wife. It happens sometimes.” His previous wife and partner for years and years had died a few years back. He said he tried to have the doorbell fixed only to figure out there’s nothing wrong with it. Their theory is that when the doorbell rings it’s her. Reminding them she’s still with them.